C457 Creating the Martial God!

"Ah!" As the red pill entered his stomach, Xiao Feng felt an intense pain in his entire body. His blood was boiling and his meridians were tearing. It was unimaginable pain. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper, and large beads of cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

"If you can't even withstand this little pain, what right do you have to be by my side?" Xiao Chen's cold voice sounded